"So we do have a peacock on the grounds", says Carl. "Any questions from the audience?"
"How did he get here?"
"Your guess is as good as mine. Unless we just had a collective hallucination. Here, anything is possible."
"The big bird saved us from getting lost", says Francois, "I say there is something very mysterious at work on this property."
"I concur" says Carl, "Especially from what we have heard so far of Cosme's diary."
"Should we believe him?" says Francois."
"I don't see why not?" says Carl. "Or ar least we could believe that that was what he saw?"
"Could he have been hallucinating?" say I.
"They might have all been using drugs", says Carl. "LSD was getting very popular back in the sixties.
"Drugs or no drugs", says Francois, "I still think we should take those writings seriously.
We have arrived at the two benches, and then Carl gasps in shock. "Look at this will you?"
And right there, next to the magnolia, where the peacock has just flown up onto the lower branch, directly underneath, there is a kind of gleaming. The light is coming from the white robe of a tall and beautiful young man staring at us intently....
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